Tommy guns for insurance
And wads of sweaty cash
To build new empires with

But there are no guarantees
Crime, you see, doesn't pay
You can bank on it

So we already know how it ends:
They canceled his policy
And Dunaway with her

this day weighs the world down
as we hold a collective breath,
waiting for the future to reveal itself.
we pray to every deity,
toss every coin,
and carry love in our hearts
for all who are suffering.
we are here to lighten the load
in any way possible.

The days have become
cast lead ingots
that hold me under
The seconds a plague of locusts
That devour every shred of dignity
The weeks that lay ahead
leave me horizontally inclined
Now the years are rubber stamped overdue
or return to sender
The hours oscilliate from day to night to a monotonous finale
with every note short of breath
The months have compounded my interest of doubts
Leading to decades of debacles and debauchery
And to a lifetime devoid of hope